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Conclusion

 

Conclusion

 

The main reason for my aborting this project

Of the Sic Kunt

Is how tired I am of show offs

We live in a world packed

With extravert celebrities

Usually men

But just so there are some ‘sassy women’

Who grow just as tedious very quickly

There was also the question

Of making one a target of psychos

& highly aggressive people

Who mistake their notion of Sic Kunt

With people who take their image & their ‘code’ really seriously

Whereas my approach is more about

Taking life as it comes

Not seeking to clandestinely profit

Sometimes teaching/healing

Sometimes having some fun

There is also the question

Of me not having suffered enough

I hear a lot about ‘imposter syndrome’

But I think it’s bullshit

I think one would be advised

To be humble

& to recognise

All those others who suffer terrible plights

& listen to them

When my mate says “you don’t give a fuck

You’re off ur chops”

What he’s really saying is

That I’ll talk with anyone

As an equal

& I don’t care for small talk

I’m seeking real human connection

The intimate/infinite

The reality is

I really do care about people & the planet

But I try & live in the present

Continuously

I believe in being receptive & responsive

As the Ancients commended

But in this age

Of ‘Assertiveness training courses’

& ‘strategic communicators’

Let’s just say that all leaves me cold

I’ll say it here & now to those who’ve tagged me

A Sic Kunt

That I’m not even sure I exist

Sure I receive some blows

Quite frequently really

Some might say that’s inevitable

Going so close to the edge

But all that may just be

Universal tides

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

 

 

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